Best Dior Poems
My abiding memory of 2015 is of events that are so sad
With my father’s death, it’s the worst year I’ve ever had
It has been the most challenging year for me
But with amazing support I remain pretty happy
I don’t want to dwell on events that have past
My memories of the year 2015 will always last
I want to leave the year on a humourous note
With a true tale of a gift that didn’t get my vote!
Mum and I went out to a local church fete
It’s very well attended and the raffle is great
We perused all the stalls and brought a few things
I got some lemon cake and some brand new earrings
The raffle stall bulged with wonderful prizes
With boxes that ranged in all shapes and sizes
One pretty white gift box really caught my eye
Four ‘Dior’ perfume miniatures for a lady to try
We brought some tickets then sat and drank tea
I said to mum, I’ve seen just the prize for me
The raffle got drawn and mum’s ticket was pulled out
I collected the prize of Dior perfume without a doubt
Mum told me I could have it as a Christmas gift
I was overjoyed and it gave my heart a huge lift
The gift box was placed under our little tree
Its pretty gold ribbon was there for all to see
I didn’t open the box on Christmas Day
Until Boxing Day the pretty box did stay
We were going out to friends later that night
I thought my new perfume would be just right
Taking the pretty white box from under the tree
I pondered which scent would be perfect for me
Upon lifting the lid of the perfume box
I returned to the school of hard knocks
To my consternation and my deep chagrin
There was a void where the perfume once had been
An empty box was my only present from my mum
My gift is that I still have mum, so my poem is done.
This is a true story - someone had put an empty box as a raffle prize!
Contest: My abiding Memory
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
9th January 2016
No greasy treats from chippie van;
I have my starch now au, gratin
with blasted, deconstructed bass,
petits pois, served; in Demi tasse.
No pint of best down at the pub
I drink with chums now at the club;
Prosecco, or a Chardonay
depending on the time of day.
No picking up the kids from school;
done by Au pair now; as a rule;
she turns up in our four by four
dressed top to toe in old Dior
No visits to the Home Depot
I have ten craftsmen now in tow;
who add things at my beck and call
to my enormous stately hall.
No need to visit family;
They all now want to come see me,
drink all my wine, then use the pool;
methinks they take me for some fool!
There's nothing left that I can buy;
so why, you ask, that big old sigh?
I have new friends, but here's the rub;
I miss my mates down at the pub.
Yes, being rich is such a bore!
Resolution this year…stop buying spree,
Infinite number …shoes, jewellery!
Dior purses, handbags nice,
Chanel dresses, reduced price,
Family panicks at purchase they see!
Clear the wardrobe, full of expensive clothes…
Gucci, Klein, Kors - covering head to toes,
I must donate some good stuff,
Don't I have outfits enough!
For a lifetime of posh glamour I chose!
Floating scents
of blossoms
Walking in the ashes
Of Derek's heaven
Inbound upon vision
Falling crystal teardrops
Summer dew
On the ground
Beautiful gardens surround
Explosive in nature's beauty
Blossoms of all shades
Bouquet the very earth
In the sweet
beautiful aroma
In the scent
a beautiful fragrance
Entering the house
Blue awakens senses
Opening vision
Falling to it flattery
Famous artists everywhere
In its twentieth
century grandeur
A harvest
of art
Entering a peacock
held on my vision
My mark on time
I saw a Picasso
Holding the kitchen
In a brightened air
Renoir held the upstairs
In a setting
burning warm
A pretty maiden
In pose
Speaking volumes
inside of me
Snake skin slipperS
Upon the beds ground
In the wardrobe
a rustic jacket
Christian Dior
Upon the bed
Lay sweetheart pillows
A lady's promise
On her fisherman's
Safe return
Each window
A different picture
Picturesque beautiful
Different views
Of the grounds
Walking towards the lake
Birds singing
In its gentle breeze
Nature whispers
Rustling
in the trees
Leaves one's soul
Whistling in the leaves
In a silent stare
Across the water
Inbound sound
A fish plops
Spiraling ripples
on the surface
Breaking reflections
A gentle breeze
Caresses the brow
Aroma flares
Within the nostrils
Trees standing
Their ground
Centuries looking over
Heavenly
standing tall
Amongst the blossoms
The sun
Will forever smile
In moonlight
Silver shadows
casting the soul
In all its beauty
In the colours
of a butterfly
Kissing heaven
Upon its air
Blowing
a butterfly kiss
Fluttering beautiful
Floating on
Glebe's breeze
Falling around
Glebe house
“Your mother’s love, the silent devotion ,the never heard prayers, the unseen care.” ~~ Shobhna Kanwar~~
She stood in the foyer of the church, through the window to the aisle.
Her threadbare clothes hung around her form in denial.
She watched him take her arm, as they approached the groom.
A hush was heard as the organ played in the room.
How stunning the bridesmaids, four beautiful girls,
The bride exquisite, her delicate lace gown studded with pearls.
The crowd were obviously all well to do,
Men in Versace suits, women clad in Channel and Dior too.
She listened as they said their vows and swore to be true.
She smiled as he proclaimed to his bride “I love you”.
Marriage complete, they would all soon walk out to the street.
It was time for the hagged woman to make a hasty retreat.
He glanced at her but didn’t raise an eyebrow.
She would never be recognized the way she looked now.
It was so long since she had cried, she shed just one tear.
Her dear daughter would never know that her mother was here.
She's in the cut, with a different kind of fabric
She earns minimum wage, but her Instagram is lavish
Trust me I don't know how she keeps the balance
Probably got a married man who injects cash in her balance
That's why it's not a challenge
Until he gets tired of her and he beats with her belt
Now she's drowning in her tears, and hoping for a Michael Phelps
He raped her, he thought he owned her just because he provided the paper
She couldn't go to the police station
They are going to tell her she deserved it
Her friends are just as bad, they're serpents
Now she feels dirty, she's seeking for detergent
She wanted to do tests, the public hospital doctor told her it wasn't urgent
When she finally did, she found out she got AIDS
Too embarrased to use ARVs, so she started counting her days
Months went by, she wasn't rocking Christian Dior anymore
Gave herself to the Lord, she was a Christian who decided to read more
Took those ARVs, and started building a life
Started stitching up the wounds and pulling out the knives
That doesn't make it better though, she's still another statistic
If you heard how many women were raped on a daily you'd go ballistic
They tell them that their skirts are too short
Then they look at her in disgust when she has to abort
Happens again and again, because the perpetrator know he ain't going to court
The basic principles flowing through my mind,
Shaped to intricate patterns of predestined design.
I now know where, I was not before,
for now I am, as I need through this door.
I might change my mind if you hand a receipt,
for all this worthless material you cherish in defeat.
Let me explain something, and I’ll make it very clear,
you’re wasting your time, each and every year.
Ego is a concept not yet defined,
expanding past personality and even your mind.
It’s the flesh that you take to appointments of all you see,
and it’s not your fault as a victim of society.
However once you know you can only blame yourself,
this spiritual design is a one way to health.
Stop confusing religion in your mind,
life is only complicated for the body your assigned.
Legality, Morality, Totality to Fatality,
going crazy trying to comprehend Reality.
Now back to the basics as I mentioned before,
it only matters what you’re left with when you are no more.
Fendi, Versace, Christian Dior,
blinded by these dark lights from the shades you wore.
Think about it.
Now become it.
Are you happy fighting all were here for?,
you won’t find Love, Compassion, or Soul in a store.
Now make up your mind and choose not to fall.
You need not to find it you’ve had it all along,
Just rid of judgment and you’ll sing your own song.
It’s the Truth.
Believe it.
Were built of regurgitated info from those of before,
Now start your own path as you know there is more!
Dream, Believe, Achieve, and you will no longer Seem to Leave to Grieve.
As you will be in the moment with all that is,
Start by forgiving thyself and cherish the gift to give.
We were all once babies, and we are truly all one.
Think deeper than your pocket, and the answer will come.
Curriculum Vitae
I was born [so they say] in the usual way.
my mum was of the female persuasion,
[My father was not] but I can't say a lot,
for I've totally forgot the occasion.
We all lived in a box, which once held Dior frocks,
by the side of the furious M6.
Although poor, I'm no fool, and I went to a school,
so fine 'twas Approved, to learn tricks.
In class I was ace - with an angelic face
and A grades in mole-strangling and cheek.
And since starting to work, I’ve proved I’m no jerk:
why, I stuck with one job for a week!
But I’m now in my prime, and ambition’s no crime,
so I'm offering you all of my skills.
If you're female and lusty. [shan’t complain if you’re busty]
we could have multi-positional thrills.
Captin ever-optimistic Cat
Oscars
Oscars night is here again,beautiful women and gorgeous men.
Play acting is what they do on the silver screen for me and you.
Some will win some will lose,the film academy will chose
Fasion statements galore with Gucci armani,and Christian dior
Rubies and diamonds shining bright,bringing sparkle to the night
Backless,strapless and shoulder less gowns some worn with a frown
Helen mirren as the queen looking quite pristine
Penelope Cruz in her Jimmy choo's
What a spectacle what a show and when they won wow
The Clothes Horse
Joanna Davis
He rode her in autumn, winter and spring,
In summer he bought her everything
Balmain, Chanel… the finest couture,
This lonely clothes horse with elegance wore
Each affair she saw through her designer lens,
And with Christian Dior he make amends
In every debauchery he could safely wallow,
As his shackled filly would every lie swallow
So heed this lesson and don’t be spoon fed,
Or you’ll be a horse’s a** instead of a thoroughbred!
HER:
I'm on this blind date.
HIM:
(Baby, it's cold outside).
HER:
This date AIN'T so great!
HIM:
(Baby, it's cold outside).
HER:
I'd rather be home...
and watch paint dry!
It takes me five hours to get ready!
My Dior dress looks sexy and chic!
This half-wit is dressed in a teddy -
my best friend set me up with a freak!
HER:
We sit down to eat.
HIM:
(Baby, you look so fine).
HER:
His breath smells like feet!
HIM:
(Wishing that you were mine).
HER:
If I pass some gas -
will this jerk leave?
His manners and looks are atrocious -
and broccoli is caught in his tooth!
I'm sorry if I sound precocious:
but he makes a wild warthog seem couth!
HER:
I've got to get home.
HIM:
(Baby, it's cold out there).
HER: (thinking)
You short, KNOCK-KNEED gnome!
HIM:
(Oh, the scent of your hair...).
HER:
I really do think...
this night is done!
You may be a nice beast for someone?
But I'm not the Shrek-ess whom you seek.
My "best friend" will surely adore you -
and entertain you into next week!
HER & HIM:
Baby, it's cold outside!
Sung to the tune of: Baby, it's cold outside!
The wails of a goddess comes with heated heat & excitement / that causes stings / a symptoms of Gonorrhea / but with the right boot "Goals no rare"
To those who long my goddess with me / i send loads of love to fall on you / I'll continue to chest your arrows for I be Drogba / no matter how skilled you're " A le ri draw gba"
They say chelsea owns the blues / you're just An Everton with stripped white lines / you can't lead the blues / i own the blues with it reggae
Every dawn comes with love / but Friday class with barrister tu / hatred - hissess - sudden projects - open test /I cheat / my babe cheat to
After the stress / I come to love the earth with a good soul / sit on the lyrics of Dior with pop smoke
I'm Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare that's my ID / not Ìdòwú / don't call me ID
I'm a poet / i do poetry / branches bend for me when I'm tired of the summer / that's the poets tree
I return a song of tribute to father Shakespeare / i just murder lines i don't shake spears of poets /they've bars to
I've sealed all the madness of love that dwells in me
I will not hold your golden trophy high above MY head
Or wear your name engraved with cheap polyester thread
I’m so sorry you can’t decide what to wear today,
Will it be the Christian Dior or the Versace green lamay?
Your Jimmy Choos click-clack across pedestals that we have built
And we polish your statues that glow without guilt.
Did you really get paid millions for just reciting Macbeth?
As a trickle down economy allows us to scramble for what’s left.
Our nations school teachers can’t feed their own,
while our firefighters are dying of cancers unknown.
As our bellies swell and our hearts deplete
your SOLD OUT and we can’t make ends meet.
But we still continue to worship, love and adore
Blinded by the shiny smiles, screaming for more
Facebook, twitter and selfies infest are minds
keeping us preoccupied, oblivious to the times.
Stocks are up but my credit card is at its max
all I got was an extra twenty dollars from my latest income tax.
Fake Louis Vuitton on a budget and inflated Nikes by the pair
As they flaunt their riches and successes in our blank stare.
We paid for their ivory towers with large gates to keep us at bay
no invitation to dinner as our struggle gets harder each day.
Un news worthy lives, overprice items with enticing marketing schemes
Owning the latest I-phone feeling you are living the American dream
REALLY, another reality show, “Oh Gee Golly I can’t wait”,
Wake up, pay attention. But I think it's too late.
Is technology and Beyoncé our new gods of choice?
As politicians rewrite their own reality, muting our voice.
We pride ourselves in others lives attempting to forget our own
Bowing down as they step across our backs, ascending their iron throne
We created this disparity as their influences make us crave for more.
But the rich are getting richer while we remain poor.
A rare phenomenon in these here parts
This odd meteorological display
A large scary object appeared in the sky
Hovering over us to our dismay
What could it be, are we all gonna die
Have a feeling the end is near
Gather the kiddies and head for the hills
About swallowed my dentures I fear
The thing's so bright we shield our eyes
With designer type shades by Dior
Can't remember being this damn scared
Terrified right down to my core
Then I heard on the six o'clock news
Weather will be great so have fun
Explaining this real scary occurrence
It's the object we know as the sun
© Jack Ellison 2012
WHAT I’VE KICKED OFF MY BUCKET LIST.
Kicked off to do’s before I knew,
the term called,” Bucket List.”.
What we teens termed, “chasing our star”
”our dream” or … our heart’s “wish.”
With twenty -five bucks chased dream, from
Georgia, New York, on a train,
Chasing dream involving fashion,
chase little piece … of fame.
“Times” Classified Men's ad. answered,
interviewed by Vice President.
Didn’t get job, we’re fifty years wed,
glad on interview …went!
Christian Dior my design used,
next a New York award.
Georgia’s Woman of Achievement”
humbly … thanked my Lord.
In Macon, Georgia I started
“First Fridays” events here.
Through namesake, Joycine’s Art Gallery”
my art and others … cheer.
Deathbed promise made a best friend,
poetry publish and write.
In “P.S. Anthology,
a bucket wish … delight.
My Bucket list greatest, check off,
was my son Paul's birth.
Of all awards received in life,
God’s gift… greatest on earth!
Contest What Have you Kicked off Your Bucket List
by Chantelle Ann Cooke